The teenaged couple just sat on the grass for a while, talking in voices too low for the woman to hear. She so wished she could hear what they were saying to each other.
What was it like to be fucked up the rear? Was it as exciting as it looked? Both the blonde girl and her boyfriend had obviously loved it. Depraved and perverted as it was, Lynn wanted to know every single thing about it.
Including what they were telling each other. They might be discussing the ways their bodies meshed and became one at the instant of orgasm.
Was there some electric-sexual flow between them that transcended mere fucking? Lynn's desire to know knew no bounds.
As she edged closer, she stumbled and tell.
An agonized grunt was all she heard. Hastening to her feet, she found a slightly drunken teenager already in front of her. He'd passed out and she had fallen over him in the dark.
"Hi, sweetie, how's it goin'?" he asked, sluring his words a little.
"Uh, fine, fine. Just going back in." Her mind raced but she couldn't think of the proper words to say to get rid of him. What would it take to get him to leave her alone? She mustn't be caught out here. Carey would know in an instant what she was doing.
He wouldn't turn her in to the police. But the shame of it, her own nephew knowing her secret! It was too much to bear. She had to get rid of this drunken boy as quickly as possible.
"Are you going back to the house?" she asked, hoping he was. If so, she could leave and he'd be none the wiser.
"Huh? Hell, no. I came out here lookin' for some fun. You willin' to have at it?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Wanna fuck? You know, my cock into your nice little pussy? Or are you partial to suckin' cock? I wouldn't mind that at all, you sucking on my prick a little."
Conflicting urges collided in Lynn's body. Her brain told her to run, to get away from her. But her body was giving her, an entirely different message. It was saying: Stay. Do what he wants. You'll enjoy it.
But to actually suck on his cock? The idea repulsed her totally. She couldn't possibly do anything like that.
"Look, I don't wanna make no fuss but if you're not gonna put out, I have to go back and tell all of 'em that you not playin' fair, you know?"
She didn't dare let the youth go back into the house and tell anyone she was out here. Right now he just thought she was another one of the party guests. That, all by itself, was a compliment.
Lynn was thirty-five ands looked much older. True, the teenager was drunk, but still he thought she was one of the gang. That she was just like the rest of the promiscuous whores who'd open their legs to any cock.
The conflict raged in her head. She couldn't let him go back to the house if he was going to broadcast her presence. But the alternative didn't appear too attractive to her.
Or did it?
Her body was reminding her of the emptiness between her legs. There was no denying the sexual desire running wild in her body, all stirred up by the sight of Sheryle getting her rear end properly fucked by a huge cock.
She was getting sticky in the snatch just thinking about that. And hadn't she wondered what it would be like having a big cock between her lips, to suck on a prick until it erupted its white goo?
"Well, baby, what's it gonna be?"
In way of answer, she dropped down to her knees in the shadow and reached out, her hands fumbling at his fly. She found the zipper already run down the track. Her agile fingers wormed inside his jockey shorts until she discovered the sleeping penis.
It felt like a limp worm. Something not quite right. But she could change that just like Sheryle had done with that monster cock when she was sucking and getting eaten out.
"Is this what you want me to suck on?" she asked.
"Hell, yes. What else is there?"
"Just checking. It's so… floppy. Can't you work a little and stiffen it up for me?"
"You can do it if you suck enough. Been drinkin' too much. Doin' all sorts of goofy things to my cock. Hardly kept it up at times when I had a few too many. But you can get it up for me, huh?"
She cradled his balls. It had been so long since she'd been this close to a man's cock and balls. She barely knew what to do, how to handle them.
Then instinct took over. She began kissing the limp prick. Gently at first, starting at the very tip of the small organ, she worked her way along its length until she could burrow her nose into his bush. There, she wiggled her nose. This seemed to please him, because he sighed and shifted his body closer to her.
"Yeah, baby, that's it. Lemme have all that mouth of yours you can spare."
She let her tongue slip out and around the base of his balls. The flesh seemed to tingle as she touched it. Tiny goosebumps appeared and rubbed rough and fine against her tongue. This excited her more than she would have thought possible.
She was actually turning this teenager on! Her, a thirty-five year old woman with little sexual experience was giving a hard-on to a stud who must have balled most of the chicks in his school.
This gave her heart. She used her tongue with greater efficiency then. She dragged it over his balls until she could feel them lurching in the tiny pouch of flesh. She continued massaging and playing with them until the sac contracted into a hard little sphere.
By this time, his cock was jerking erect. She started working from the base of his balls all the way to the glans. Her tongue didn't miss a single square inch of skin as she kissed and licked down the length.
When she got to the acorn-sized knob at the end of his prick, he was completely rigid. His cock pulsed slightly, dancing with the excited beat of his heart.
"You like it?" she asked.
"Goddamn right I do, baby. Your mouth is givin' me the fits! I can barely keep my cum in! Keep suckin'!"
She did.
The words shocked her. But they were also a stimulus. She was actually getting the youth to say those horrible things to her just like, she was one of the loose women at the party.
He thought she was far more experienced than she was!
That thought alone spurred her to even greater efforts. She simply didn't know what all she could do so she winged it. Her mouth wrapped itself around the tube of his cock easily. That seemed right. She licked as she engulfed his prick with her mouth and teeth. Biting down gently, she began worrying his cock with her teeth.
This seemed the right thing to do. He moaned loudly and said, in a husky voice, "Wow! I feel lightning shootin' all through my cock! You're the best mouth around, baby! I don't ever want anyone else suckin' on my prick again! You're doin' a job on me!"
Her tongue tried to erase the red streaks her teeth had left. Up and dawn the dancing length of prick she went, her mouth never resting. At the end of the steely length, she took the purpled glans into her mouth and ran her tongue around it a few times. She wasn't sure this was the proper thing to do but she'd seen other women do it.
The results were more than she could have hoped for.
He began driving his hips forward, trying to fuck her face.
"You're drivin' me wild! Absolutely wild! Lemme fuck your sweet face for you!"
The words thrilled her to the core of her being. Never had any man gotten so aroused over what she was doing. Most of them had wanted to do things to her, awful things, things she can barely tolerate. But this was different. This teenager was actually appreciating what she could do for him.
He wanted more. He was telling her so!
She sucked harder.
His cock was pulsating in her mouth like it had a life of its own. Her tongue rimmed the broad head until the boy was panting in exertion. She tasted the bitter little drop of his pre-cum fluid and knew he must be at the limit of his control.
She was bringing him off with nothing more than her mouth!
All the hours she'd spent watching others making love were proving to be good for her. She was feeling more confident now. This wasn't so bad, feeling her lips spread wide apart from the man's cock, feeling it working back and forth in her mouth. Her tongue slithered around a rubbery tip and excited both of them.
The tiny pin-prick hole at the end of his cock intrigued her. She tried stuffing her tongue down it. She failed. It was bound to fail but it thrilled both of them.
She realized then this was where it was at. Anything that felt good, do it!
She started sucking harder and harder on his cock. She was getting greedy. All of it had to get into her mouth or she wouldn't be happy. It was a long cock, too long for her.
As it bounced off the roof of her mouth and began down her throat, she knew then she couldn't handle it. She was no Linda Lovelace. She had no experience in eating an entire cock.
She gagged.
"Whats a matter, baby? Too big for you?" He was gloating. She was suddenly furious. She wanted to tell him what he could do with his huge cock.
And then she reconsidered. What was a little lie? It would make the boy feel good and would cover up her own inexperience.
"I never tried taking one that big," she said, truthfully. And she hadn't. Never had she tried eating cock before. Giving head was one of those things she watched and wondered about.
"No foolin'," he said. "You're a real cocksucker, you know that. I like it, I like it a whole goddamn lot!"
She decided the best answer was action. She took his cock back into her mouth and sent her tongue spinning around the very tip. The most sensitive portion was the triangular flap of skin dangling underneath the cleft head.
That she gave special attention to.
It worked. He forgot all about what he was saying. His hand rested on the back of her head and he began pushing her face toward his crotch. She let him.
There wasn't any reason she shouldn't go along with him. This was an experiment with her, an experiment in sex. And she was actually enjoying the hell out of it!
All those hours spent peering through windows, listening and watching and wondering what it was like, and now she knew. First hand. The cock was splitting her lips wide apart and smiling back and forth. He was just starting to get into face-fucking her.
And she loved it!
She wanted more. Her teeth lightly scored the sides of his cock as she went dawn the length. Her hard white teeth sent tremors earthquaking all through the youth's body. With her hands positioned on his ass for support, she knew how badly he was shaking.
It wasn't just from the booze. It was her mouth working on his prick. She knew it. Every time her tongue would lazily loop around the rim of his crowned cock, he would shiver just a little more. It was as if he was being seized by an erotic palsy.
She kept up the tempo of the face-fucking. The feel of the meaty cock slipping back and forth between her lips was making her hotter and hotter. She was just on the point of getting the cock out of her mouth and asking if he'd like to fuck her up the cunt when his prick exploded.
One second, she felt the arrowheaded cock begin to expand. Excited blood pounded fiercely into his prick. Then thick white cream was spewing out and down her throat.
She choked once, then was able to swallow each and every spurt that followed.
She was surprised that she enjoyed the taste of cum so much. It had always been a source of amazement to her how women could swallow all that horrid gunk and actually smile afterwards, licking their lips, as if they enjoyed the cock blasting the jizz into their mouths.
Lynn enjoyed.
She sucked harder until the cock began to melt like an icicle in the sun. She was disappointed. It couldn't be over yet. This was just the beginning. There was so much more she wanted to do and so little time to do it.
No matter she had waited thirty-five years to even begin to explore the joys of sex, she wanted it all now!
"Hey, stop!" she cried, uselessly. The cock fell from her lips, as limp as she'd found it originally.
"Good cocksucker, baby. Real good," he said, slipping to the ground. Back propped against the fence, he began to snore.
Lynn looked at him, angry. He couldn't go to sleep on her! Not after she'd just give him the best head ever!
He wasn't any different than any of the other men she'd ever had. It was an affront. She was mortally insulted.
Why, oh why couldn't he be like her nephew? Carey wouldn't do a thing like this to her. Carey was a real ladies' man. He knew how to please a woman. Just like she was learning to please a man. Maybe she could go find her nephew and… and what?
The thoughts jumbled in her brain. She didn't know exactly what she wanted to do. It simply wasn't good enough any more for her to watch the others getting it on. The young couples, all fucking their brains out, were fun to watch. Some of them may have actually gotten off on the idea of someone watching them in their amorous activities.
But she'd passed the point of no return. The sensuous feel of the boy's cock between her lips had ignited hidden desires in her body. She had found out what she'd been missing.
Lynn wanted more.
And she knew where to get it. The party was still in full swing and who would notice one guest extra?
She would crash the party and then… then? Lynn would have to decide.